Bob Avian's production plays to the strengths of Michael Bennett's original.

The creative team has revised the book and the score, efforts that amount to a loss.

The extraordinary company dreamthinkspeak offers up a highly inventive meditation on our Faustian relationship with machines.

Adrian Noble’s rather plodding production fails to measure up to the Olivier's broad production value.

Despite the cast's talents, director Ian Rickson provides us with a trio of dumb, maladjusted malcontents.

Stage effects transform the Almeida into a haunted house.

A tumult of visual ideas in Lucy Bailey’s revival, some better than others, creates an uncertain overall aesthetic.

After two impressive plays that deal with similar subject matter, Polly Stenham's third effort fails to measure up.

As Oscar Wilde is waiting to be arrested in the Cadogan Hotel, there is a sense of baying for blood.

Oliver Ford Davies takes the title role in this touching, understated production.